Chapter 13 Gasping For Mercy

Ophelia cried out in shock whilst hugging his head and attempting to writhe away. His tongue swirled around her nipples before he sucked upon them. She struggled and he grabbed her wrists, pinning them besides her head.

"Don't interrupt my feast," Killorn murmured upon her skin, causing her to whimper.

His breath fanned her, sweet as mint, and cool as such. Killorn captured a pert nipple with his wet and heated mouth. He swirled his hot tongue upon the sensitive spot, causing her to squirm in disbelief. She felt wetness gather between her folds, his strange touch forcing her to shudder.

Ophelia was burning with a strange ache in between her thighs. She couldn't think straight. His slick tongue turned her mind into mush. She etched her brows together in concentration, but found herself gasping for mercy—the sensation too pleasurable.

"M-my lord—"

"Killorn," he reminded her.

Ophelia didn't dare. She simply closed her eyes as he softly sucked upon her breast. She bit hard on her tongue to hold back the wanton sound that threatened to leave her mouth. But how could she?

Killorn was licking and tugging with his mouth until her hips wriggled on the bed. His assault didn't stop, even when he moved onto her other orb.

Ophelia knew there was no going back from this. She could only try to press her knees together, to hide how moist she was. But to no avail, for his large frame was in between her legs, keeping them wide open for him.

Embracing a man was a strange thing. It had happened before, but Ophelia was still ignorant of it. She didn't know what she was supposed to do in bed, except lay on it and accept her fate.

When Neil touched her, she was drier than the desert. But when Killorn lapped at her right nipple whilst squeezing her left with his thumb and forefinger, she was a panting mess.

Ophelia was overwhelmed with pleasure. After sucking and biting on her right, he moved to her left. His freed hand stroked down the side of her body, easing the tension with his warmth. She whimpered when he palmed her thighs, spreading her legs further.

"What a delight you are…" Killorn groaned, glancing up at her from her chest. She gasped.

Killorn's eyes were ignited with hunger and heat. Desire swirled within the molten silver of his pupils. He was going to devour her tonight. He might as well drag her through the depths of pleasure, drowning her until all she could do was think of him.

"W-what s-should I-I d-do… I-I do not k-know," Ophelia stuttered so hard, her teeth chattering against each other. She was riddled with nerves and could barely speak.

"Do whatever is natural to your body," Killorn muttered, not understanding her question. A husband's duty was to please his wife. Was he not doing such?

Killorn rubbed his rough chin on the supple skin of her stomach, kissing a path to the mound between her legs. She writhed, but he grabbed her hips in place.

"Stay still. If you keep on—" Killorn gritted his teeth. "If you keep on moving, I can't restrain myself any further."

"Then d-don't?!"

It was an innocent statement, really, but Killorn lost all sight of control. She gulped at the inhumane speed, her thoughts wandering back to the vampires and werewolves plaguing the kingdom.

It can't be—

"I won't wait any longer then, Ophelia." His voice was determined and desperate, his calloused hands spreading her legs for him.

"What—a-ah, wait!" Ophelia cried out when she saw his length. She had almost forgotten it, but now it would be forever engrained inside of her.

Ophelia stared his large erection in the eye, saw the angry red tip, and the next thing she knew, he held her body down with his big and hard frame.

"I can't wait any longer, my lady wife," Killorn growled. In a single thrust, he slid into her wet and willing entrance.

Ophelia choked out when he entered her, the pain blinding her momentarily. It had been so long and he was far too big for a beginner like her. She trembled as he sharply exhaled.

"Fuck," he hissed.

Killorn was driven to madness, for she suddenly clenched him even more. He glowered down at her, warning her. She was such a meek little thing, but he felt her throb down there.

Ophelia didn't realize a tear slid down her face until he bent and kissed it. She choked out a sob and wanted to shake her head.

'Pull it out, let me go, wait, wait,' Ophelia wanted to say so much, but her body was greedy.

"I-I can't… it won't f-fit," Ophelia begged him, seeing as he only had half his enormous length and girth inside of her.

Ophelia suddenly reached her arms and hugged his shoulders tightly. His bandages scratched her skin, but she couldn't even protest. She wanted his affection, craved his warmth despite her sweaty body, and willed herself to behave.

"It will be alright, Ophelia," Killorn ragged out through a tensed jaw. He stroked her hair out of her forehead, revealing her large and dewy eyes.

"W-why did it just grow inside—!" Ophelia whimpered when he slid it out slowly.

Ophelia knew there was no use in struggling. There was no escape, only pleasure. And her insides were already growing accustomed to him. She felt herself pulse and squeeze him.

"Fuck."

Killorn penetrated deeper into her, causing her to scream and squeeze her eyes shut. She clawed at his upper shoulders, feeling his muscles under her fingertip. She shook her head, but he cupped her face and kissed her forehead.

"Be good, Ophelia, you've been doing so well," Killorn groaned, slowly moving his hips against hers.

All Killorn could feel was her bones digging into his tight stomach, but the pleasure of being inside of her warmth nearly blinded him. Once he had a taste of her, he was going to feast on her like no tomorrow. And now look at what she had done.

"O-oh, ngh no…"

Ophelia was unable to match his ferocity. He was feral and fast, claiming her with his cock. The sound of slapping skin filled the air.

"By tonight, my heir will be in your womb," he ragged out, his words causing her to gasp. "And I expect no less, Ophelia."

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Killorn held her hips firmly whilst driving his sheath into her. She whimpered and squirmed, but he was powerful. He was glorious and merciless, pounding furiously into her.

Again and again, until Ophelia's body arched and she moaned but Killorn held her in place. He was rough and heated, their bodies glistening with sweat.

"Why are you crying, my lovely wife?" Killorn murmured, kissing her wet eyes. She was such a beautiful sight, her chest bouncing with his violent penetration, and her mouth parted to scream out in ecstasy.

Ophelia's head began to spin. The sound of clapping skin filled the large wooden house. She felt her mouth open and let out noises that made her face burn. She moaned with pleasure, rolling her hips to match his speed. She was ignorant, but she was learning.

And that only made him much worse.

"Does it still hurt?" Killorn gritted out, amazing her.

Ophelia was anguished by the ecstasy that she couldn't even formulate a sentence. He was eager and erect inside of her. It had been two years since a man last entered her. The unfamiliar feeling of being stretched again made her mind dizzy.

"O-oh, not there!" Ophelia squeaked out when his freed hand fingered her clit. She dug her head deeper into the pillow, biting at the material when his thumb circled the sensitive bundle.

The double sensation of his deep penetration and caress of her clit was too much for her. She was growing addicted to his brutal force. He was delicate with the pearl on top of her entrance, to the point where it made her delirious and desperate for more. He was a drug, a force to be reckoned with, and she never felt more exposed.

"M-my lord!" Ophelia gasped, warmth bursting in her chest and spreading throughout her entire body. She felt like her skin was on fire from his meaningful act.

Killorn fingered her clit, fondling the tiny pearl until she was a mess. She cried out, her hips arching, but he grinded her to the bed, and continued his torture.

"A-ah, please—!"

His girth might as well have broken her insides, molding them to his length. When he pulled out, she yearned for more. When he thrust inside, she pleaded at his bluntness. He was bold and brutal, but she enjoyed it.

"My lord, I can't…" Ophelia begged him, just as he grabbed her hips and plunged deeper into her, right at the spot that made her toes curl. She was trembling by now, but he was just getting started.

"Killorn," he grunted in a rough voice whilst rapidly penetrating her. He was shameless in his actions, giving her double the pleasure, so much so, that she was squeezing him.

"And to think you tried escaping me," Killorn breathed out harshly. "Now look at you, my wanton wife, you're gripping me so tightly, I can barely pull out."

"I-I am not—"

"You are," Killorn insisted, bending down to kiss her shoulder blades.

Ophelia gasped, hugging him even tighter, making him chuckle on her sweaty skin. She was a sensual little thing. He was scorching on the inside, filled with a thirst to taste her even more.

Ophelia's mind was beginning to grow slack. His skin was smooth, minus the occasional and faint scars, but his muscles were harder than stone. Whilst he kissed her collarbone, she clawed at his shoulders.

"My lady wife, you must stay still," Killorn breathed out, but for once, she disobeyed him.

Ophelia writhed her body to meet his furious rhythm, her hands traveling lower to touch his rigid spine.

For her disobedience, Killorn grounded her hips to the bed and pulled out swiftly. She cried out in protest, but he entered her quickly. He repeated the action, pulling out slowly only to rapidly take her insides. Her chest was rosy and her mind boggled with pleasure.

"O-oh, please… I-I—"

"Killorn," he reminded her, the voice guttural from his chest. He found it impossible not to taste her skin and leave marks. He sucked, licked, and nipped until there were faint red marks.

"It h-hurts," Ophelia complained in a meek voice that only drove him crazy.

"You only have yourself to blame for being so lovely."

Ophelia moaned at his words which sent sparks down her spine. The only time she opened her eyes was when she felt his mouth had stopped. He was looking at her now, with an intensity that made her shiver from the inside out.

Killorn was claiming her, she was unable to escape, but all she wanted to do was hug him tighter. He pushed deeper into her as if that were possible. She raked her fingernails against his body, with the same merciless and fervent motion as his. She was careful of his bandages, but still found herself touching them every few seconds.

"Lay your marks on me, my lady wife. I do not mind," Killorn harshly said, his voice hoarse and heady.

Ophelia could feel herself going crazy. She must have been insane to still enjoy this intense moment, but all she could only succumb to the intense pleasure.

The last thing Ophelia saw was Neil's face as Killorn pounded inside of her.

"I-I'm near!" she sobbed out.

Suddenly, a burst of light happened, her body tensed, and she climaxed all over his rough and thick length. Only then, did his hips buckle, his body pinning her down, and warmth shot through her body.

Ophelia flinched at his unexpected liquid.

Ah… he was right. Ophelia was indeed a lewd and perverted wife, for her insides subconsciously squeezed him.

With a shaky body and glazed eyes, Ophelia took in her husband's seed, despite her deceased second lover at the foot of her bed. Her thighs twitched and her insides knowingly tightened around his cock. She couldn't help it.

"My lovely wife," Killorn exhaled on her lips, kissing the corners of them. He pulled out and pumped in quickly, unloading inside of her. He refused to let a single drop go to waste.

On this fateful night, Ophelia lost count of how many times they did it.

"Look at him," Killorn had coldly said when he put her onto her knees and palms.

By then, Ophelia's mind was slack with pleasure. Killorn had yanked her hair back, forcing her to look at Neil's dead eyes whilst he plunged into her from behind. Within seconds, her heart stopped, but he slid his palm down her stomach.

Ophelia gasped, his fingers fondling the sensitive orb in between her petals. She cried out in pleasure, her knees going weak, for his slow and sensual rubbing provoked more wetness. He touched her as one would play the piano, with tune and rhythm until she was putty in his hands.

"I-I… s-stop, wait—" Ophelia couldn't even protest, for that'd be a lie and she didn't want him to cease. It felt too good.

Killorn released her hair and her head dropped in disbelief. She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling a burst of warmth from within. Her thighs trembled and she gasped out a moan, white light filling her vision. Her toes curled in pleasure as she tried to climb down from this high.

When she came from that position, he moved her onto her stomach. They did it all night long. Even when the sun was high in the sky, he didn't stop.

Killorn was insatiable. He was persistent whilst he pumped into her, again and again, until she was leaking with his seed. Only when her body went slack and she lost consciousness, did he stop and let her breathe.

When that happened, a day and a half had passed. Only when Ophelia passed out, did he stop.

"N-ngh…" Ophelia couldn't even form a sentence.

"Fuck, it's not enough."

A bead of sweat trickled down his tight abdomen. It slid to his angular hips, where sharp v-lines led straight to his primitive member. He was hard and growing larger, despite unloading inside of his wife multiple times.

And he was still not satisfied.